His head collapses into Keats' shoulder as he laughs helplessly. Really? Really? Still?
When he lifts his head, a hand comes with it. Briefly, he caresses the intricate tattoo on the other's cheek.]
You're sweet...
[He can't stay here. He needs to be alone or surrounded by people who have no idea what's going on or- something. He's pulling away again.]
I'll keep it in mind, Mr. Guardian. [The acting switch is flipped back on. He's smiling and charming and, as Keats now knows, without a shadow of a doubt, entirely fake.] If you don't mind...? [Mettaton nods his head towards the hands on his shoulders.]
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His head collapses into Keats' shoulder as he laughs helplessly. Really? Really? Still?
When he lifts his head, a hand comes with it. Briefly, he caresses the intricate tattoo on the other's cheek.]
You're sweet...
[He can't stay here. He needs to be alone or surrounded by people who have no idea what's going on or- something. He's pulling away again.]
I'll keep it in mind, Mr. Guardian. [The acting switch is flipped back on. He's smiling and charming and, as Keats now knows, without a shadow of a doubt, entirely fake.] If you don't mind...? [Mettaton nods his head towards the hands on his shoulders.]